I am an author from China. Due to my limited English proficiency, I use AI translation for the English version of my text. The previous part is the Chinese version, followed by the English version.
I really enjoy writing TF (transformative) stories. However, I don't like TF content that is explicit or erotic. So, I put a lot of effort into writing this TF story.
The main text is quite long, so for those who are solely interested in TF, you can skip to the transformation process. The preceding content serves as a buildup for the subsequent sections and can be selectively viewed.
Please note that the content may include graphic violence, mildly disturbing elements, and scenes that are excessively terrifying and gruesome. However, there is no explicit or erotic content involved in the story.
The transformation of the second person, I wrote a little shorter.

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He is a seasoned veteran hunter, in his sixties, and still the most professional werewolf hunter in the world. He claims no one dares to call themselves the best after him. With over thirty years of experience, he fights wolves with the same ferocity as them, earning him the nickname "Old Wolf".
With a tall and powerful figure, standing at two meters and weighing one hundred kilograms, Old Wolf has a large appetite but his years of hunting werewolves have given him a strong and muscular build. Despite being in his sixties, his hairline only slightly recedes and his thick black hair is mixed with just a few strands of white. He has thick eyebrows, deep brown eyes, a full beard, and wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes, showing his age. Though he often has a serious expression, he is actually very gentle and kind-hearted. On his well-built chest, there is a large scar that cannot be concealed even by his chest hair. It is the mark left by a wolf attack thirty years ago, the only time he was ever injured. Luckily, he did not turn into a werewolf.
Old Wolf's daily life involves traveling to different locations to hunt and kill werewolves. Due to his exceptional skills, his reputation spread worldwide even before he had visited all the places. However, rumors caused a major blow to his reputation, but he didn't let it bother him. He continued his journey around the world, hunting werewolves in different places.
Today is the final destination of his global journey. He plans to settle in this village for a while and then return to his hometown tomorrow to take care of his adopted son, whom he found when he was young. He used to take his son with him to hunt werewolves around the world, watching him grow up. But as time went on, his rebellious son left Old Wolf and returned to their hometown. Now, Old Wolf's goal is finally about to be achieved, and he can go back and see his son.
As it lightly snows, Old Wolf walks along a forest trail on the mountainside, heading downhill towards the village, his ultimate destination.
The path is covered in a thick layer of snow, and Old Wolf's brown leather high boots make a "squeaking" sound as he steps on the snow. The snow lightly falls on his old leather cowboy hat, and a red cloak with golden trim, which was once vibrant red, now bears the stains of werewolf blood, turning a dark shade of red. He carries a bag on his red belt, filled with various tools, including hunting knives and guns, along with other werewolf hunting equipment. The belt is highly versatile, allowing him to carry many items, and its adjustable size can fit a waist circumference of up to two meters. Made of excellent material, it remains strong and durable. Though his attire may seem thin, with a cowboy style, his robust physique keeps him from feeling the cold.Outside the village, under the illuminating light of the full moon, even though it was late at night, the snow-covered village reflected the moonlight, giving it a brighter glow. Only a few houses in the village were still lit, and there were some shallow footprints on the snow-covered path, leading towards the inn. It was evident that they had been inside the inn for quite some time.

Old Wolf approached the still lit inn, planning to stay there for the night. Icicles hung from the eaves, and Old Wolf casually snapped off a piece of icicle to play with. He pushed open the door and indeed found several people inside, seemingly hosting a party.

The first floor of the inn was clearly a bar. The orangish-yellow light illuminated the walnut wood bar, with no bartenders to be seen. On the black liquor cabinet, there were all kinds of alcohol. In the middle of the bar, there was a large table filled with party supplies and surrounded by people. The walls of the bar were decorated with various odd objects, and the fireplace by the wall blazed, providing warmth to the room.

Old Wolf's sudden entrance seemed a bit abrupt. "Who's in charge here? Can I stay here tonight?" Old Wolf asked, hanging his hunting rifle on the wall and placing his hat on the gun barrel. "No, we don't accept you," a middle-aged man with a mustache glanced at Old Wolf and said, "Can't you see we're having a party? Who invited this guy, disturbing my birthday party?!" "Um...boss, but he's the famous werewolf hunter!" someone nearby reminded. "I don't care who he is. Anyone who disturbs me is not welcome here. Even a mere werewolf, I can handle it! Get out of my inn!" the innkeeper said fiercely, looking at Old Wolf.

"Even if I have money?" Old Wolf tightened his grip on the icicle in his hand, looking at him with a serious expression. "Get lost! I don't need money! Get lost! You've disturbed my mood!" The innkeeper raised his fist and pounded the table. Old Wolf felt indignant, crushing the icicle in his hand. He swung a punch towards the innkeeper's chest, but he stopped. His principles made him feel that violence towards ordinary villagers was unnecessary. However, because of this hesitation, the innkeeper took the opportunity to kick Old Wolf in the chest. "Useless! Is that all you got?" The innkeeper taunted while taking advantage. Old Wolf took a few steps back from the kick. He thought to himself, "Forget it, if they don't welcome me, then I'll leave. It's better not to cause trouble. I've stayed outside before. I'll endure it for now." Old Wolf let out a long sigh. "Fine, fine, fine. Yes, yes, yes. Can I leave now?" After saying this, Old Wolf picked up his rifle, put on his hat, and walked out. The snow outside was falling even heavier now, covering up all the footprints from before. The sound of the innkeeper's laughter and mocking remarks could be heard from the door, but Old Wolf didn't even look back as he walked away from the village. Little did they know, this was only the beginning of their nightmare.

Once outside the village, Old Wolf thought it would be best to climb a tree and sleep there for the night. After all, his cloak could serve as a good blanket, keeping him warm.

The wind howled, and then he heard a familiar sound—the voice of his archenemy, the low growl of a werewolf. Old Wolf quickly shifted into battle mode as he came face to face with a black werewolf. Its eerie green eyes stared at Old Wolf, saliva dripping from its mouth, freezing into droplets due to the cold weather. Its claws were ready to strike. To avoid disturbing the villagers in the village, Old Wolf drew his hunting knife. The werewolf attacked Old Wolf, but being a seasoned warrior, Old Wolf evaded its attacks. He pulled out his rifle and slammed it against the werewolf's head, angering the beast. It began wildly swinging its claws, attacking with such frequency that Old Wolf could only focus on dodging. After some time, the werewolf noticeably slowed down, and Old Wolf seized the opportunity to slash its throat with the hunting knife. However, unexpectedly, the werewolf extended its claw just in time, and Old Wolf didn't have the strength to evade this attack. Although Old Wolf still managed to defeat the werewolf, his cowboy attire was torn, bearing a claw mark that added to the scar he had obtained thirty years ago, forming an "X".Old Wolf lay quietly on the snowy ground, even in the midst of heavy snowfall. He could feel his body temperature rising, his whole being getting warmer. His heart raced, and he began to experience intense headaches and dizziness. He clenched his teeth tightly, veins bulging, trying to ease the pain. "I never thought I would ultimately become a monster," he thought, suppressing the inner frenzy.

His body started itching all over, and he felt a tingling sensation as hair began to sprout from every pore. His whole body became hot, and he started sweating, soaking his inner clothes. He started panting heavily, with each breath creating steam as it met the cold air. Suddenly, he felt nauseous, and his internal organs seemed to shift. He let out a muffled sound of vomiting as he regurgitated a disgusting mixture of digested food and blood.

Old Wolf felt increasingly weak, his headache intensifying. He clutched his head, but something urged him not to. The dizziness made it hard for him to determine his direction, and his vision became blurry. He felt restless and agitated.

Quivering, Old Wolf fell to his knees, his muscles spasming. He heard a faint cracking sound as his bones seemed to shift. He tasted the metallic tang of blood in his mouth as his teeth started moving. His canines protruded, blood mixing with saliva as a long string of liquid dripped down. He couldn't stop himself from salivating uncontrollably.

His hands and feet began to transform, claws piercing through his gloves and boots, breaking through and causing blood to flow. He experienced pain but also a surge of power.

Old Wolf pounded the snowy ground in agony. Despite the pain, he, a tough man, refrained from screaming. The transformation of his skeletal structure brought immense pain. His ears started shifting upwards, becoming pointed. His thoracic vertebrae protruded, his back arched, stretching his clothing from the inside. Ribs and shoulder bones enlarged, making his chest broader. His chest and abdominal muscles grew stronger and more powerful, tearing open the front of his clothing and revealing claw marks and sturdy, well-built pectoral muscles covered in a tremendous amount of fur.

As the snowfall intensified and the temperature dropped, he felt like a furnace. The low temperature helped cool him down. Old Wolf had seen others transform into werewolves, and now it was his turn. Despite the intense pain, he couldn't resist the euphoric feeling of the transformation. However, his human nature was determined to resist, whispering, "Take deep breaths, relax, don't succumb to the beast." Even as he experienced the pleasure of the transformation, his humanity fought back.

Bones in his arms and legs continued to grow and thicken. His biceps and triceps swelled, increasing in strength. The already loose sleeves of his clothing tore, accommodating his larger arms, which were now covered in fur. Thighs and calves swelled, and hair started growing on his legs. His powerful legs ripped apart his pants, tearing them to shreds, leaving him in tattered shorts and broken boots.

Bones in his hands and feet elongated and thickened. His forearm and shin bones twisted and transformed, and his feet elongated, taking on the shape of wolf-like paws. Tendons elongated as well. His skull enlarged, and his upper and lower jaws jutted out, forming a wolf-like muzzle.

His head hair grew wildly, and fur started growing all over his body. Muscles continued to expand, making him even larger than before, as he was already a big man.He felt the power of the wild, such a wonderful sensation. Who could resist the release of their primal instincts? Despite the pain, the pleasure of transformation far outweighed it. His vocal cords also underwent changes, making it difficult for him to articulate complete syllables. He let out strange growls and eerie laughter. "Uh... hehe...," he chuckled. His bestial nature became uncontrollable. "Hahaha..."

His pelvic bone began to enlarge, expanding his waist. His pants still managed to hold his waist. The area inside his underwear also continued to swell, now covered in fur.

Old Wolf felt the exhilarating sensation of a heightened animal instinct. He drooled incessantly, saying, "Humans, I tried so hard to protect you, but you never respected me. Now it's my turn to torment you..." He could speak, his voice becoming increasingly deep.

He still kept his eyes tightly closed. If he opened them, he would see bloodshot eyes. He maintained his kneeling position on the ground, finding it comfortable. He growled lowly, releasing the sensations of his wild nature. He had grown even larger than before.

His ears and wolf-like jaws protruded completely. His head took on the shape of a wolf's head. He extended his tongue to lick his sharp fangs. His hat sat neatly between his wolf ears. His body continued to swell with fur and muscles. His tailbone itched, and a tail emerged, covered in fur.

The transformation was nearly complete. His skin became increasingly tough, and his senses became extraordinarily sharp. He could hear and smell the people in the hotel nearby.

His arms grew incredibly thick. The sleeves of his clothing, already loose, were now connected by only a few threads. His gloves had been torn apart, revealing his strong claws and the fur on his arms. His chest also became robust, breaking free from the constraints of his clothing. Shreds of clothing hung from his body, exposing his massive scar-covered chest and abs, brimming with fur. Although his back was covered by a cloak, it too had become much stronger, with copious amounts of fur. His thighs were now only covered by shorts, with some fur growing on them. His feet had already transformed into wolf-like paws.

Old Wolf thoroughly enjoyed the transformation process. By now, his bestial nature completely eclipsed his rationality, yet he could still feel a shred of reason.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the snowy ground red. He suddenly opened his eyes, revealing glowing red orbs. He was now a complete werewolf.

Old Wolf stood up, exuding an aura of masculinity and the feral scent of a beast. He rose with bent legs, now reaching an impressive height of 8 feet. He couldn't contain the overwhelming joy inside him. Taking a deep breath, he roared at the sky, "Roar!!!..." Unleashing the power of his wild nature, his resounding howls echoed through the valley. He savored the power of nature.

Now filled with tremendous strength, panting heavily, he licked his drooling mouth. Looking at his transformed body, he stretched himself, utterly satisfied. Surveying the gear on the ground, he muttered, "I don't need you anymore!" He effortlessly bent the barrel of a gun with his bare hands. Picking up his knife, he made a cut, but to his surprise, he barely left a scratch. His body was so resilient that even a gunshot might not have any effect. "I never thought I would become the very enemy I fought against... Hahaha..." He glanced at the dead werewolf next to him. "Never expected... that the once werewolf hunter would become a werewolf... Now that I am a werewolf, I'll truly embrace it... Hmph... Humans, I will be your nightmare! Old Wolf has arrived!" As he had just completed his transformation, his energy had been heavily depleted. He keenly felt a sense of hunger. Leaving behind blood stains and clothing fragments, he headed towards the village...
The werewolf, with its massive black fur and eyes glowing red, ran through the snowy field. The old wolf moved swiftly on all fours, quickly returning to the village. Snowflakes were falling heavily, yet no one in the village knew that their nightmare had arrived. The wolf first headed towards the inn.

Standing at the entrance of the inn, the old wolf recognized this familiar place. Inside, the lights were still on, and laughter could be heard. The wolf burst through the door, catching the attention of everyone inside. A tall figure with muscular build, eyes gleaming red, snow-covered hat, and tattered clothes hung from its form. The wolf panted heavily, saliva dripping from its mouth, as the broken door allowed the wind and snow to blow in, rustling its cloak.

The people inside were stunned, but they recognized the wolf that had been driven away earlier. "*** ** *****, you're seeking death!" The innkeeper immediately pulled out a rifle and fired a shot at the wolf, but the bullet had no effect. "What? Silver bullets don't work anymore?" the innkeeper exclaimed in surprise. The wolf swiftly approached him and effortlessly bent the rifle with its bare hands. "Huff, huff, still believing that silver bullets are effective against werewolves, tsk tsk..." the wolf uttered in a beastly voice. "Since you humans detest me, I'll let you taste life without my protection!" The wolf then knocked out everyone present, leaving only the innkeeper standing, terrified. "What do you want?" the innkeeper asked fearfully. "Hehe... you, who had the biggest objection to me, shall experience my wrath!" With these words, the wolf clawed at the innkeeper's shoulder. The innkeeper sat by the counter, barely alive, with blood streaming from his wounds. Soon, he felt a peculiar sensation. The wolf understood that the transformation had begun and enjoyed the spectacle of the innkeeper's change.

The innkeeper's eyes filled with fear and despair as he felt his body heating up, with rapid heartbeat and breathlessness. "What have you done to me...?" the innkeeper growled angrily at the wolf. "You know what will happen," the wolf replied coldly. "No!!" The innkeeper trembled, experiencing intense pain. He vomited blood and undigested food onto the floor.

Cracking sounds emanated from the innkeeper's body as his bones started to deform. Sweat covered his body, and his incisors elongated into fangs. Tiny hairs began to sprout from his pores, causing an unbearable itch. As he tried to scratch himself, claws emerged from his hands, causing him to inadvertently harm himself. The transformation disrupted his balance, and he fell to the ground.

The innkeeper's muscles continued to expand, his back arched, and a wolf's head slowly emerged. He screamed in agony, resisting the transformation. He felt a force eroding his will, and he fought against it, shouting desperately, "Get out of my mind, you evil creature!" But it had no effect.

Under the pressure, his clothes, pants, and shoes all tore apart, except for a flexible pair of underwear. His bones continued to shift, his muscles continued to grow. Unable to bear the pain, he was unable to scream. He was drenched in sweat, and the snow outside continued to fall.

His humanity succumbed to the battle with his bestial nature. He let out his final scream of humanity, the last resistance. He began to submit to his animalistic instincts, emitting a low and contented growl.

After licking up the vomit on the floor, the innkeeper-turned-werewolf stood up and looked at the old wolf. Although the innkeeper was now a formidable werewolf himself, he paled in comparison to the old wolf. Seeing the old wolf, he recognized it as one of his own kind. He gazed at the old wolf's muscular body with respect.

The werewolf sniffed the air, catching the scent of the villagers in the village. He let out a roar of fury towards the outside, a roar that echoed throughout the entire village. It appeared that he intended to go out and hunt. He ran towards the other entrances of the village.

The old wolf, after witnessing this scene, paused for a moment. With blood stains on the corners of his mouth from his recent feast, he smiled knowingly. "Hehehe..." he chuckled. He understood...

In the village, beneath the full moon's glow, the air was filled with the scent of blood and screams. Footprints and blood stains covered the village. It was going to be a sleepless night...